A/N: So the plan here is to post one a day until Christmas (I've already written several in advance, so I should hopefully be able to keep up the pace). Please note that in my head winter starts in like October, so a lot of these are going to be actually technically set in the fall, but… whatever. THE POINT HERE IS CUTE COLD-WEATHER FLUFF OKAY.
sweaters
Zander can't help but laugh when he goes to meet Stevie for coffee before their music theory class and finds she's wearing one of his sweaters. "When did you borrow that?" he asks as he slides into the seat across from her (his drink is already waiting for him; she knows his usual).
"Last week when you passed out in the middle of studying for that chem quiz," she says, giving him an innocent grin. "And who said anything about borrowing?"
"Stevieeeeeeeee."
"Zandeeeeeeeer."
"You're not the only one who wears my clothes, you know," he gripes. "I wear them sometimes, too."
Stevie snorts. "Please, you could clothe an entire third-world country from your closet and still have enough left over to wear a different outfit every day for a month."
"You're exaggerating."
"Barely." He feels her foot nudge his leg under the table as she pokes out her tongue at him, teasing. He nudges her back. (Are they playing footsie? some part of his brain wonders, dimly, but he shuts down that thought almost immediately).
They compare notes and homework assignments for a half-hour or so before they walk to class together. The air outside is frigid, holding the promise (or threat, depending how you look at it) of snow, and the second they step outside the cold turns Stevie's cheeks the same bright red as the sweater.
"You know," Zander begins as they shuffle through a patch of crunchy, newly-fallen leaves, "you might as well keep it. The sweater, I mean. Looks good on you."
Stevie looks at him in surprise, peering at him from under her grey beanie, and he's not sure if it's just because they've been outside for a while but her cheeks seem redder than they were a moment ago.
"I mean," he continues quickly, "it looked better on me, of course, but-"
She just rolls her eyes at him and speeds up her pace a little, leaving him hurrying to catch up.